It wasn’t a question, so she didn’t bother to lie to him by denying it.
All it took was one look into his eyes to see the promise of a long and rough night in bed with him.
He took both her breasts in his hands, lavishing them with attention; kissing them, nuzzling them, and making her hiss when he bit the tops, and then licked them to ease the pain. By the end of his exploration, she was panting like crazy. This slow burn was going to kill her.
“There it is,” he said.
“Where is what?” She had difficulty speaking in a coherent sentence, her mind scattered all over the place by a lust overdose.
“The same look you had when you were underneath me in the library. That look that says you want me to fuck you.”
She wanted to protest, ‘cause really, he was already too full of himself, when he pushed his tongue inside her mouth, effectively cutting her off.
When he pulled back, his breath was hot on her ear. “I ever see you looking at another man like that, I’ll take him out. Now, undress me.”
Her hands were shaking when she reached for his belt, unhooking it. With one pull, she tugged his dress pants down, kneeling at his feet to take them off. Her eyes darted to the impressive bulge that came into her view. Her mouth watered at the thought of taking him inside her. Into her wet mouth, her throbbing pussy.
He grabbed her by her hair and slowly pulled her up.
“There will be time for that later. First, it’s my turn to play.” He placed a hand on her chest and pushed her backward until her calves hit the bed. “Lie on your back and put your hands above your head, against the headboard.”
She did as he asked. For now. She could give him that. Obedience. Something she wasn’t familiar with, but a bet was a bet. He’d found her. She’d lost.
“Don’t get used to this,” she hissed, as he loomed over her and roughly pulled her nipple.
“Used to what? Fucking you? Oh, but I plan to.”
He put a pillow under her ass, spreading her legs, wide. Then he draped himself over her, his eyes on her slip. He ripped it off her, as if it offended him. With the way Jazzy was going through new panties, Samantha might get a new call soon.
All thoughts of buying lingerie left her brain when Gio pushed a thick finger inside her, deep, without any warning. He pumped inside her, one, two, three times, and then added two more fingers, filling her up. She could feel her moisture dripping lower, to her crack.
When she arched her back, unintentionally closing her legs, he smacked her ass.
“Keep them wide. I won’t tell you again.”
“Or what?” She couldn’t help but meet the challenge in his eyes. Also, she genuinely wondered what he would do.
A wolfish grin appeared on his handsome face. “Or I will restrain your body so you can’t move. I will then fill your pussy, make you burn, and then refuse to let you come.”
Jazzy groaned. Why did that sound horrible and amazing at the same time?
“You like that idea,” he whispered.
“No, I don’t.”
“I knew you would be like this.” His voice was still soft, as if he was more talking to himself than having a conversation with her.
“Like what?”
“Adventurous.”
That’s all she got? One word? It could mean anything.
She was distracted by that thought when he got up and removed his boxer briefs. His thick cock jumped up from its confinement, pointing up. He slid next to her on the bed and pulled her on top of him until she straddled his body.
Without giving her a second to regroup, he grabbed her hips and impaled her right on his shaft. She cried out from joy and a sweet tinge of pain.
“Ride my cock. Hard.”